The last emperor of the Chen
Composed a song they later said
Foretold the coming of the end.
I would bet a formerly fat
Provincial scholar sensed it first
One morning, tightening his sash.
Maybe he was out in his yard
Chanting a few shi, practicing
His calligraphy, getting bored.
Maybe he felt his surroundings
Had dimmed and didn’t like the way
The local gossips were sounding.
Maybe he felt a little blue.
Maybe he consulted Changes.
More likely, one morning, he knew.